Fly

Is life any different from the fly?

Flying round and round until you die?

Banging your head into the window

Hoping it will one day be open some how

Buzzing and annoying

Is that how I sound?

Looking for something

Any kind of connection

Once found

Sugar

Is that just a craving?

A need?

A want

A deathly feeling

You gave it once

And now I can’t forget

Please forgive me

It’s not my fault

I flew in when the window was open

But now it’s not

Shut so tight, might not open again

Won’t

I didn’t mean to bug you

I didn’t mean to be so loud

I’m just a fly

If you can’t let me out

Even a tiny crack

No point in living

In a stragers shack

Just give me the old whack

                            -Quasimodo

Love Poem #2

Fuck You




                                    -Quasimodo

Love Poem #1

Love you

Love you so much

Love you from the depths of my heart

Love you till the sun shines

Love you in the moon filled shadows

Love you with expert precision

Love you in the shiny new auto

Love you like a nice clean shave

Love you sweet and soft

Love you more

Love you

Is love the right word?

                                                  -Quasimodo

Too much to Live for

Suicidal?
Moi? Please...
Do I look it?
Hair's combed
clean shaved, nice clothes
toothy grin painted on
permanent ink
Go to work, small talk
They tell me through smoke
How hung over they are
Drank himself silly
And why not?
He is not suicidal
Of course not
Broken relationships
Out on a bender now
Sleeping with any
that turn a sympathetic sighhhhhhhh
That's not suicidal
Might be murder...
Speeding down the freeway
Late for a meeting
Pray he makes it
It's not like he has a chance
of dying...
Stop for a bite
It's been almost an hour
Quick, fast, fix
Heartattack
Diet soda
Nevermind the scars
Nevermind the pills
can't hide it
don't even care
But I'm not suicidal
Now pass it over here
                                                -Quasimodo

Smile

I'm only smiling
Please don't talk to me
Can't you see my pearly whites
Everything is just peachy
No need for comfort
No need for medicine
Can't you see I'm happy
That the walls are closing in
That time is marching slower
An IV acid drip
Courses like knives
in some gross milk
Look close, I can't hide
I can't shut my windows
Thieves still break in
And mess up all my drawers
I can't help it, I'm lonely
So I refuse to lock them
But the pearly gates are sealed
Holding my forked beast
That so easily would betray
The one that brushes it everyday
I'm smiling for you
Isn't that enough
Your etiquette is satisfied
You've been polite long enough
Please my face is hurting
I can't take it much longer
Plus I know you can't handle
What I have to offer
Waking free in a cell
Created by my own desire
All trust ripped away
On one single night
So I beg you please
Take this smile and leave
And when you find me tomorrow
Can you place the mask back on
I guess I should be smiling
When I go to meet God
I know I can't trick Him
But maybe I can fake it
And Mom always wanted
An open casket
                        -Quasimodo

Dear Presidente

When those we love part from us,
Why are we left alone to bear the cross
when the weight is too much to bear...
Why should I feel comfort when all I see is despair...
We shall meet again, but time seems to slow...
Can words comfort, maybe, I don't know...
Anger, regret, all feelings known too well
Will it heal, only time will tell
At least you're not alone to bear the heavy load
You have each other and that's more than what I know
Be strong but you don't have to be
It's ok to weep, it's ok to bleed
I'll pray for you so you can breath
But you'll never be alone
Like I have to be...

Love
Quasimodo

Good

i'm not good

but you might see

depends if you can handle it

cause i can't

it's getting heavy

it's bringing me down

it's beginning to hurt

i thought i could let go

but i never was the type

i want you to help

but i know you can't

give me a reason

give me the means

but you make me wanna stay

and carry the weight

it's so simple

it's so easy

it's too hard

i wish i was drunk

i don't want to be good

i want to be numb

                                              -Quasimodo